Groceries...

After I finally managed to pull myself away from the computer and put it on pause, which is a nifty invention, I walked the poor dog, who had been so patient, and when I came back I made my grocery list. It is basically the same one I always make, give or take a few items, but I still have to make it, because I'm forgetful and will walk out of the store having forgotten something. As it is, I double check my list when I am done shopping.

I made sure my wallet with my money and my bankcard were in my purse and I grabbed my big shopping bag and got my bike outside. Then I very merrily rode it to the store where the parking lot was filled with cars and the bike rack was filled with bikes, but I did find a spot to park mine. I got the dog's food first and his Bonzo bones and when I walked out of the aisle I saw that Wieckse Witte was on sale. That's the pale beer that I like to drink so much. Without giving it a second thought I grabbed a six pack and put it in my basket.

Then it was on to the rest of the groceries. I squeezed my way past other shoppers to get everything I needed and also bought ten liters of milk, which should last me five days. I bought two liters of fresh juice and two pieces of Brie amongst other things.

The good thing is that there are always a lot of check out stands open and there rarely are long lines there. I had only two people ahead of me, so I was done there quickly. The fun part is stowing all the groceries in my bicycle bags and my shopping bag. Somehow I make it all fit, but the bike is heavy when I'm done and I'm always more insecure about riding it with the heavy shopping bag on my handlebar.

I had to stop at the tobacco shop and also buy a lighter, because mine had died and I had been using matches that weren't working very well, causing me much frustration. The man in the shop had my tobacco on the counter before I could even say what I wanted. So I'm a preferred customer, I guess. He does have to special order my tobacco. And now I've got a decent lighter.

When I got home, Jesker was behind the door waiting for me. He was very curious about the shopping and wanted some food right away, which he chowed down while growling at the cats who came too close. I unloaded all the bags and then poured myself a beer and put the rest in the refrigerator. I've had one beer now and I think that is enough. It tasted nice and that is what that was all about. There's no need to make a beer fest out of it.

I am financially just going to make it until payday, which is the 20th. I thought I was going to have to borrow money, but I won't have to, so that's a big relief. I had some extra expenses and I was worried about not making it this month, but I am. I've nickled and dimed everything to death, that's why I bought the beer, to celebrate.

I just ate some Brie and it was delicious. I have forgotten how expensive Brie tastes, but this cheap stuff is alright. You can't go wrong for 85 cents.

All I have left to do now is walk the dog and clean up the kitchen a bit. I'm looking forward to putting on my pajamas and my bathrobe and laying down on the sofa. I want to hunker down. Do some cocooning. All cozy in my own space.

Oh, I've got to water the plants, Mustn't forget that.

Have a good night, be cozy and safe.

Ciao...

For four hours...

I slept on the sofa for four hours tonight. This was after I walked the dog and put out the trash and decided that I was so tired that I could not do another thing, despite my intentions to shower and wash my hair and do some ironing. I was too pooped to do any of those things and like a broken woman put on some leggings and a tank top and laid down on the sofa and went to sleep. Everything else would have to wait.

For some strange reason, I woke up at 11 pm, when I easily could have kept right on sleeping and I got up to take my medicines and make a cup of decaf and some more cigarettes. I checked my emails and answered those and not feeling sufficiently tired yet, I decided to start writing this post, which I may have too abandon if my sleeping pill starts to work. We'll see where the ship strands.

I seriously felt like having something sweet to eat tonight, or maybe chocolate even, but I didn't have anything like it in the apartment and the stores were closed. I did have a jar of diet jam and I had a couple of spoons full of that, although I thought it tasted to sugary. It wasn't tart enough. Then I drank a big glass of juice hoping that would take care of my craving, but it didn't really, so I called my sister to find out if she had any cookies, but her boyfriend from Milan was there and I was too embarrassed to ask. So, I am basically left with a craving for chocolate chip cookies and I don't have any.

I did just find a piece of leftover Brie in the refrigerator and I ate that and that took care of my feeling of hunger. It wasn't the overripe cheese the Exfactor had bought and I'm sure glad I found it, because it turned out that I needed to eat. And here I thought I was just craving sweets. Well goodness, I'm starting to feel like a human being again.

If this is going to be a repeat of last night, I have less chores to do, I mean, I can't wash windows in the middle of the night, can I? I can do the ironing and clean up my closet, but there will be no sweeping and mopping the floors. I can hunt for cobwebs and wash woodwork and clean out the refrigerator, though. I just hope I have enough cleaning liquid left. I'll have to make it last. I'll use spit if I have to or ear wax to polish with. Ha, ha.

If I had my own little studio set up now, I could be producing masterworks! Collages avant lettres, sculptures that would blow your mind away, doodles that would dazzle you with their intricacies. Yes,I would produce it all, working during the night, inspired by the silence around me, by the solitude of the moonlight, maybe the sound of the gentle rain.

Okay, don't get carried away with yourself, stay grounded, a woman may have her head in the clouds, but she needs her feet firmly planted on the ground, even if it is a mountain. or a path in the garden of Eden.

I plan to be an artist, although in my own humble way I already am. It will do me good to create when the mood strikes me and to be able to walk away from it when it does not. To close the door on it and open it again when I an ready and to sit and ponder over the work, which I now don't get a chance to. To play with the different elements and to see how things can be combined and subtracted. How paints can be combined and pastels added to them and natural elements. How you catch the eye and keep it enthralled. So much and so much more. I feel I'm just at the beginning of a long journey with many stops along the way. Points of achievement that will be milestones.


Jesker has completely settled in for the night, but this afternoon he very urgently wanted to go out back and, of course, what was laying there on the doormat? A meatball! I wonder if Toby brings them as gifts to Jesker, because he does not eat them himself.

Toby and Gandhi are still on the kitchen counter all the time trying to get food out of pouches from me, but it is to no avail and they have to eat their very good kibbles, which they do too. I've stopped giving them milk, because they would drink a little bit and the rest would get sour and I had to throw it away. So now it's just plain water for them, which Toby likes to drink from the faucet.

Jesker is back to eating his normal portions of food, so he probably just had a stomach bug or something for a while.

I suppose I will keep you updated about my night, just like I did last night, it helps me get through the night also if I get to write these missives. They are my life lines while I'm here on my own.

Sleep tight you all, if it's that time for you.

Ciao...